And while I thought I would do phenomenally (seeing as I was awake and alert 3 hours prior), I was pretty tired as shit. AKA, no muscle control whatsoever… I fell off Beam on a cartwheel….and I tried to do a handstand pirhouette at the end of an already failing Floor routine. Oh and I missed my long-hang kip on Uneven. Whaaaaat the fuck dude.
And it’s not like I’m angry or even upset - everyone who knows me is fully aware of my general apathy towards competition - but we did so well yesterday (maybe the best we’ve ever done) night at Dunwoody (we kicked their wild-cat asses!!), that I was expecting a victory today.
Actually… we did beat MLK and Cedar Grove, so that’s technically a victory…but where were our personal victories? Dead. Dried up. Gone. As Schultz-y said, “Maybe this’ll show them that back-to-back meets really do tire out our gymnasts. I mean, look at me, even I’m sore!!” It’s true. She could barely lower the vault in between gymnasts.
Anyways. Back home (well, Abby’s home) now and soon we’ll be going to Lenox to check out prom dresses. I’m thinking of girly colors this year, like lavender, pink or even crimson. Maybe I’ll have a little luck in that department (store).